Brahmie bull (Old Flyin U)

Collected by Judy Kinslow and Alan Rennick for M.C. Parler
Sung by Holly Hodges and Julias Cato Prairie Grove, Ark. Dec. 17, 1960
Reel 368, Item 2
Brahmie Bull (Old Flyin' U)
I was snapping out broncs from the 01' Flyin' U At forty eight nothing not much to do When the boss come around and says my lad You look pretty good riding horses that's bad.
As straddling the rough ones why you ain't so slow As you might do some good at the big rodeo You see I hain't got no more horses to break But I'll buy you a ticket and give you a stakes.
So sack up your saddle and be on your way You look like you might be a champion some day Go right up and choose him and when you get through Just tell him you learned on the 01' Flyin' U.
Lay off your liquor and don't you get full And think you can ride that big brahmie bull He's mean as they make 'em and don't you forget He's hurt lots of twisters and never been set.
So wrap up riggin' and start raisin' dust
The hunting that's showin' that bad bull to bust
I'll enter the contest and pay in the fees
And I'll tell them to look at the champion, that's me.
So bring on your bad ones, you've never had one They'll set me to guessing or bother me none I'll bet you this bankroll and outfit besides You haven't got nothing I can't scratch and ride.
They looked me all over and says guess he's full Let's give him a seat on that big brahmie bull Says I'm good enough, I ain't here to brag They come a long ways to gentle that stag.Reel 368, Item 2
(cont'd)
You claim he's a bad un and I guess he may be But he looks like a suckler or weanerto me So let's git him saddled, I'm ready right now If you want him rode why I'll show you how.
So while they are puttin' him into the chute I clinches my spurs to the heel of my boots Then I looked the bull over, and to my surprise There's a foot and a half between his two eyes.
He's got big high horns that looks pretty bad He weighs a good ton and that whole ton was bad Right over his withers he packs a big hump So I'll take a deep seat right back o'er that hump.
Says come my companion just jerk that gate wide I'll be back in a minute and bring you his hide I jab in my spurs and he bawls like a moose He ease from the chute and then he cuts loose.
I've got a deep seat and I'm sitting down tight When he jumps to the left and then rears to the right At sunning his belly he couldn't be beat He shows the grand stands in the sole of his feet.
That crowd was a-cheering both me and the bull But that was no he'p, I got my hands full It is just nip and tuck and you can't tell who'll win He's a-waving them long horns right under my chin.
He's snapping the buttons right off of my clothes A-bucking and a-bawling and a-blowing his nose He's dipping so low my boots full of dirt He's making a whip out of the tail of my shirt.
He's starting on to spinning and weaving behind My head goes a-snapping, I sort of go blind,
Next thing he high dives and he turns a half spring And I take to the air just like I had wings.Reel 368, Item 2
(cont'd)
Up high I turn over and below I can see
He's a-pawing the dirt and a-waiting for me
I pictured a grave, a big slab of wood
Reading here lies a twister that thought he was good.
I hits on the ground and I let out a yelp I plumped and I strickened and I hollers for help I jumped to my feet and I got enough sense To outrun that bull through the hole in the fence.

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Collected by Judy Kinslow and Alan Rennick for M.C. Parler
Sung by Holly Hodges and Julias Cato Prairie Grove, Ark. Dec. 17, 1960
Reel 368, Item 2
Brahmie Bull (Old Flyin' U)
I was snapping out broncs from the 01' Flyin' U At forty eight nothing not much to do When the boss come around and says my lad You look pretty good riding horses that's bad.
As straddling the rough ones why you ain't so slow As you might do some good at the big rodeo You see I hain't got no more horses to break But I'll buy you a ticket and give you a stakes.
So sack up your saddle and be on your way You look like you might be a champion some day Go right up and choose him and when you get through Just tell him you learned on the 01' Flyin' U.
Lay off your liquor and don't you get full And think you can ride that big brahmie bull He's mean as they make 'em and don't you forget He's hurt lots of twisters and never been set.
So wrap up riggin' and start raisin' dust
The hunting that's showin' that bad bull to bust
I'll enter the contest and pay in the fees
And I'll tell them to look at the champion, that's me.
So bring on your bad ones, you've never had one They'll set me to guessing or bother me none I'll bet you this bankroll and outfit besides You haven't got nothing I can't scratch and ride.
They looked me all over and says guess he's full Let's give him a seat on that big brahmie bull Says I'm good enough, I ain't here to brag They come a long ways to gentle that stag.Reel 368, Item 2
(cont'd)
You claim he's a bad un and I guess he may be But he looks like a suckler or weanerto me So let's git him saddled, I'm ready right now If you want him rode why I'll show you how.
So while they are puttin' him into the chute I clinches my spurs to the heel of my boots Then I looked the bull over, and to my surprise There's a foot and a half between his two eyes.
He's got big high horns that looks pretty bad He weighs a good ton and that whole ton was bad Right over his withers he packs a big hump So I'll take a deep seat right back o'er that hump.
Says come my companion just jerk that gate wide I'll be back in a minute and bring you his hide I jab in my spurs and he bawls like a moose He ease from the chute and then he cuts loose.
I've got a deep seat and I'm sitting down tight When he jumps to the left and then rears to the right At sunning his belly he couldn't be beat He shows the grand stands in the sole of his feet.
That crowd was a-cheering both me and the bull But that was no he'p, I got my hands full It is just nip and tuck and you can't tell who'll win He's a-waving them long horns right under my chin.
He's snapping the buttons right off of my clothes A-bucking and a-bawling and a-blowing his nose He's dipping so low my boots full of dirt He's making a whip out of the tail of my shirt.
He's starting on to spinning and weaving behind My head goes a-snapping, I sort of go blind,
Next thing he high dives and he turns a half spring And I take to the air just like I had wings.Reel 368, Item 2
(cont'd)
Up high I turn over and below I can see
He's a-pawing the dirt and a-waiting for me
I pictured a grave, a big slab of wood
Reading here lies a twister that thought he was good.
I hits on the ground and I let out a yelp I plumped and I strickened and I hollers for help I jumped to my feet and I got enough sense To outrun that bull through the hole in the fence.